(28 March 1862 – 18 July 1915 / Australia)

To Giusue Carducci

O RICH and splendid soul that overflowest
With light and fire caught from thy native skies!—
Whose latent storm is lurid in thine eyes
When with august and bended brows thou throwest

Thy Jove-like bolt upon the world below.
Woe, woe the wretch—that ever he was born!
Whom once the fierce sirocco of thy scorn
Encircles, deadly, withering,—Ah woe!

But thrice-blest She, whom with one golden word
Thou settest in the firmament of heaven,
A happy, deathless star;—a wonder given
To awe-eyed mortals while thy voice is heard.

And she—ah me!—her name is—ITALY!
Most glorious and most woful of all names!
Whose sweet sound the whole world’s vast heart inflames
So chanted by her last great son—by thee

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ut thrice-blest She, whom with one golden word Thou settest in the firmament of heaven, A happy, deathless star; —a wonder given To awe-eyed mortals while thy voice is heard. very fine poem.. thank u. tony
Tribute to Giusue Carducci, a great son of Italy paid by George William Lewis Marshall-Hall.